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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A53595	De arte amandi ; and, The remedy of love, Englished Ovid ; as also, The lovs [sic] of Hero & Leander, a mock-poem ; together with choice poems and rare pieces of drollery.; Ars amatoria. English	Ovid, 43 B.C.-17 or 18 A.D.; Ovid, 43 B.C.-17 or 18 A.D. Remedia amoris. English.	1662 (1662)	Wing O648; ESTC R5646	77,875	134

to be brought unto a feast And that we teach you here as in the rest Come late but comely brought in by night Thou shalt be welcome so delay hath might Though thou be black thou shalt seem faire to all The night will hide thy faults both great and small Eate neatly with your fingers art commands Wipe not thy whole face with thy dirty hands Eate not to long leave ere you would forbear More then thou wel canst do this council heare Were Hellen greedy Paris would her hate And say my rape is foolish our of date To drink is comely and more fit for you Bacchus doth well with Venus this is true Drink but yet not more then you well can bear And what is one let it not to appear A shameful thing to see a woman drunk Such a one is fit to be each base knaves punk Nor is it safe to sleep the tables drawn Much shameful things have in your sleep bin sawn T is shame to teach you more yet Dion sayes Shame is the chiefest abject of these layes Each know your selves as you your bodies see So frame your lying in form that it may be Wrose face is beauteous she must ly upright Whose back is best that still must be in sight Atlantaes thighes upon hie shoulders wore Melanion be these best shew the more Low Maides must rise Thebais was somewhat long Nere sat on Hect●rs horse her pride among Who hath a long side which shoul'd have in eye Let her bend to her knees her neck aw●y Whose hidden parts have not a fault or spot Ly ever side long pray forget it not Not think it a disgrace your hair to loose And then thy neck cast backward still to choose Thou that art ragged close and covered ly And from mens sight like the swift Parthian fly Love hath a thousand waye● most voide of pride To ly halfe upright on the righter side Apollos Tripos nor horrid Ammon say Nor things more true then what are in our lay If there be truth in art got by long use Believe and trust you 'l find it in our muse Maides see you love us men pluckt from the root One thing may help you and stead to boot Cease not fair words cease not your close wispring sweet And vvanton vvords must with your sports oft meet And thou whom nature hath bard loves quick sense Fain pleasant joyes though the things be from thence Unhappy Maid to vvhom that place is dull Which vvith a man and vvoman should be full Yet vvhen you fain bevvare let none else knovv it For fear thy gesture or thy eyes may show it What helps the speech and shewes the breath is ill That patt hath secrets shame would hide it still Who seeks a man after enjoynment straight Loving a gift would not her praiers had weight Ope not your windowes wide to take in light Much in your bodies rather fits the night Our sport is done 't is time the swannes depart VVhich on their necks as yoaks have dravvn out art As Men before say Maides vvhen ye prevaile Ovid our Master vvas his heart our sai●e FINIS THE LOVES OF HERO AND LEANDER A mock POEM WITH Marginal Notes and other choice Pieces OF DROLLERY Got by heart and often repeated by divers witty Gentlemen and Ladies that use to walk in the New Exchange and at their recreations in Hide Park Vt Nectar Ingenium LONDON Printed Anno Dom. 1667. THE REMEDIE OF LOVE WHen Cupid read this title streight he said Was I perceive against me w●ll be made But spare oh Love to tax thy Poet so Who oft hath born thy Ensign ' gainst thy so I am not lie by whom thy Mother bled When she to heaven on Mars his horses fled I oft like other Youths thy flame did prove And if thou aske what I do still I Love Nay I have taught by art to keep loves course And made that reason which before was force I seek not to betray thee pretty boy Nor what I have once written to destroy If any love and find his Mistriss kind Let him go on and saile with his own wind But he that by his love is discontented To save his life my verses were invented Why should a Lover kill himself or why ●hould any with his own grief wounded die Thou art a boy to play becomes thee still Thy reign is soft play then and do not kill Or if thou ' It needs be vexing then do this Make Lovets meet by stealth and steal a kisse Make them to fear least any overwatch them And tremble when they think some come to catch them And with those tears that lovers shed all night Be thou content but do not kill outright Love heard and up his silver wings did heave And said Write on I freely give thee leave Come then all ye despis'd that love endure I that have felt the wounds your Love will cure But come at first for if you make delay Your sickness will grow mortal by your stay The Tree which by delay is grown so big In the beginning was a tender twig That wich at first was but a span in length Will by delay be rooted past mens strength Resist beginnings medicines bring no curing Where sickness is grown strong by long enduring When first thou seest a Lasse that likes thine eye Bend all thy present powers to descry VVhether her eye or carriage first will show If she be fit for Loves delights or no Some will be easie such an one elect But she that bears to grave and stern aspect Take heed of her and make her not thy Jewel Either she cannot love or will be cruel If love assaile thee there betime take heed Those wounds are dangerous that inward bleed He that to day cannot shake off loves sorrow VVill certainly be more unapt to morrow Love hath so eloquent and quick a tongue That he will lead thee all thy life along And on a sudd●in claspe thee in a yoake VVhere thou must either draw or striving choak Strive then betimes for at the first one hand May stop a water drill that wears the sand But if delayed it breaks into a floud Mountaines will hardly make the passage good But I am out for now I do begin To keep them off not heal those that are in First therefore Lovers I intend to shew How love came to you then how he may go You that would not know what loves passions be Never be idle learn that rule of me Ease makes you love as that o'recomes your wils Ease is the food and cause of all your i●ls Turne ease and idlenesse but out of door Loves darts are broke his flame can burn no more As reeds and Willows loves the water side So Love loves with the idle to abide If then at liberty you fain would be Love yields to labour Labour and be free Long sleeps soft beds rich vintage and high feeding Nothing to do and pleasure of exceeding Dulls all our senses

she be tall then for her height commend her She that is lean like Envy term her slender She that is dwarfish name her light and quick And call her neat well set and grubbed thick She that is puft like B●reas in the cheek Is but full fac'd and Daphne she is like Thus qualifie their faults not to disgrace them But in a higher rank of beauty place them Or hapnest thou of one but dimme of sight Wrinckled her brow her grisled hair turn'd white Her nose and chin half met she would take scorn To tell who Consull was when she was born The● if to such thy love thou wilt engage Look that at no time thou dost a●k her age Though she want teeth and have a flattering tongue Yet she takes pains to be accounted young This is the age young men that brings the gain And plenteous harvest of the spring-tides pain Imploy your selves then in your youth and streng'h Age with a soft space steals on you at length Spend thou thy youth at sea or till the land Or take a warlike weapon in thy hand Follow the wars siege towns or l●e in tren●hes Or if not so then learn to love fair wen●hes It is a warfare too when men are trained And even by this employ●ent 〈…〉 Such discipline such practise must be used By us as those who hostile armes have chused Some women by their industry and pains The losse of years recovers and regains Times speedy course is by their art controld They can preserve themselves from being old Their amorous pastimes and lascivious plays They shape and fashion many a thousand ways With sundry pleasures they their trade commixe And every several day devise new tricks They can provoke the appetite and please it Conjure the spirit up and streight appease it But these rich feasts of sweets which they prepare Women and men should both of even hands share I hate the bed that yields not mutual joys And that 's the cause I love not jugling boys I hate her denies that no spirit will use Yielding no more then what she cannot chuse I l●ke not pleasue though I like the beauty Lasses of Love perform not but of duty Duty away I banish thee the place Where mutual Lovers mutual sweets embrace Let me the musick of her soft voice hear Whispeting her ravisht pleasures in my ear To bid me on then pause proceed then stay And tired with that to try some other way Let me behold her eyes turn up the whites Now to be wrapt now languish in delights These prodigal pleasures nature hath not given To the first age a little above seven The wine that from the unripe grape is prest Is tart and sower the mellow wine tasts best The palm tree till it hath a well grown rinde Cannot withstand the violence of the winde The mead new mown doth prick the feet that 's bate I grant thee young Hermione was fair But to prefet the girle before the mother The beautious Hellen neither one nor other Can so blaspheme here 's Gorge some adore her But who praise her before the Saint that bo●● her Now I suppose ripe fruits I most approve And in my thou●hts I cover mel●owed love You bed new tost behold where it discovers The curtain being drawn to wanton Lovers There stay my muse no further now proceed Without thy help they can both speak and speed Without thy help kind words will quickly passe Betwixt the Lover and his amorous Lasse Without thy help their hands will nimbly creep And in each privy place their office keep Nay every finger will it self employ To adde increase to thy imperfect joy Handling those parts where love his darts doth hide This valiant Hector with his wife hath tride Andromache to this of force must yield His valour was not onely in the field This stout Achilles of his love desired When with the slaughter of his enemies tired He caught his cuishes and unarm'd his head To tumble with her on a down soft bed Thou didst rejoice Briscis to embrace His bruised corps and kiss his bloud-stain'd face These warlike hands that did but late embrew Themselves in bloud of Trojans whom they slew Were now employ'd to tickle touch and feel And shake a Lance that hath no point of steel Believe me for I spake as I have tasted The sports of Venus are not to be hasted They should be rather by degrees prolonged By too much speed much oft the sport is wronged When thou by chance hast hit the place Which being toucht a girle still hides her face Forbear not though she blush and spring and kick And tumbling shew thee many a gamble trick Thou shalt be hold her straightly still amazed Her eyes with lascivious tincture glazed Affording a strange kinde of humid light As when the Moon in water shines by night Let neither amorous words cease their inchanting Murmur nor whispering sounds of joys wanting Yea there let every sweet content resort Every word deed and thought that furthers sport Let not thy Mistriss use too swift a sail Nor let thy haste beyond her speed prevail Both keep one course your oares together strike Your journeys on them then make your pace alike Together strive at once win to the mark You may no question grope it in the dark Then is the fulnesse of all sweet content When both at once strive both at once are spent Such course observe when as the time is free And that no jealous eyes attend on thee Being secure no future danger near Then thou maist boldly dally without fear But if thou beest not safe and hast short leasure Doubtful to be disturb'd amidst thy pleasure Make then what speed thou canst use all thy force And clap a sharp spurre to a jade pack horse My work is at an end the palm bring me And let the Mittle gar●and be my fee. How much renowned great Pol●idorus was That all the Greeks in Thy sick did surpasse As famous as great Nestor for his age Or strong Achilles for his warlike rage As much extold as Cal●●as for his charms Or Telemonius Ajax by his arms As for his Chariot skill Ant●medon So great in Love shall I be censur'd on Cannonize me your Poet give me praise And crown my Temples with fresh wreathes of bays Let this my laud in every mouth be sung And my fames clengor through the whole earch rung I give you armour such god V●dein f●amed So great Achilles he his enemies tamed And so do ye but whatsoever he be That by my arms subdues his enemy This Motto let him give lo here 's a Lasse By Ovid my Arts Master conquered was Behold young Wenches likewise crave my skill They shall be next instructed by my quill FINIS The third Book ARm'd at all points the Greek to field is gon To encounter with the naked Amazen Behold like weapons in my power remain For the Fenthesile● and thy train Go arm'd alike fight and they overcome Whom sacred

Theseus cruel Theseus whom she seeks Whil●st showers of tears makes furrows in her cheeks She calls and weeps and weeps and calls at once Which might to ruth move the senceless stones Yet both alike became her they grac'd her The whilst she strives to call him or cry faster Then beats she her sofr breast and makes it groan And then she cries what is false Theseus gon What shall I do she cries what shall I do And with that note she runs the Forrest through When suddenly her eares might understand Cymbals and Timbrels toucht with a loud hand To which the forrest woods and caves resound And now amaz's she senceless falls to ground Behold the Nymphes come with their scattered hair Falling behinde which they like garments wear And the light Satyres and untoward crew Nearer and nearer to the Virgin drew Then old St●enus with his lazy asse Nods with his drunken pa●e about to passe Where the poor Lady all in tears lies drown'd Scarce sits the drunkard but he falls to ground Scarce holds the bridle fast but staggering stoops Following tho●e giddy Bacchanalian troops Who dance the wild Lavalto on the grasse Whilst with a staff he lays upon his asse At length when the young Satyrs least suspect He tumbling falls quite from his asses neck But up they heave him whilst each Satyre cries Rise good old Father good old Father rise Now comes the god himself next after him His vine like Chariot driven with Tygres grimme Colour and voice and Theseus she doth la●●● There would she fly and there fear pull'd her back She trembles like a sta●k the wind doth shake Or a weak reed that grows beside the lake To whom the g●●d● spake Lady take good chear See one more faithful then false Theseus here Thou shalt be wife ●o Bacchus for a g●ft Receive high heaven and to he sph●res b●l●ft Where thou shalt shine a star to g●●d● by night The wandring Seaman in his cour●e ●●ght This said least that his Tygres should astray The trembling maid the god his Coach doth stay And leaping from h●s Char●ot with his heels He prints the sand with that the N●●ph he feels And hugging her in vain she doth ●●s●●t He bears her thence gods can do what they list Some Hymen sing and Io cry So Bac●hus with th●●●aid that night doth lie Therefore when wine in plenteous 〈…〉 do flow And thou that night unto thy love doth owe Pray to the god of grapes that in thy be● The quaffing healths do not offend thy head In wine much hidden talk thou maist invent Love tricke used in eating and drinking To give thy Lady note of thy intent To tell her thou art hers and she is thine Thus even at board make love tricks in the wine Nay I can teach thee though thy tongue be mute How with thy speaking eye to move thy suit Good language may be made in looks and winks Be first that takes the cup wherein she drinks And note the very place her lip did touch Drink just at that let thy regard be such Or when she carves what part of all the meat She with her finger touch that out and eat Or if thou carve to her or she to thee Her hand in taking it touch cunningly Be with her friend familiar and be sure It much avails to make thy love endure When thou drink'st drink to him above the rest Grace him and make thy self a thankful guest In every thing prefer him to his face Though in his function he be ne're so base The course is s●fe and doth secureness lend For who suspecless may not greet his friend Yet though the path thou tread'st seem straight and plain In some things it is full of rubs again Drink spatingly for my impose is such And in your singling him take not too much Carrouse not but with soft and moderate sups Carrouse not to much Have a regard and measure in your cups Let both the feet and thoughts their office know Chiefty beware of brawling which may grow By too much wine from fighting most abstain In such a quarrel was Eurition slain Where swaggering leads the way mischief comes after Junkets and wine were made for mirth and laughter Sing if thy voice be delicate and sweet Sing Dance If thou canst dance them nimbly shake thy feet If thou hast in thee ought that●s more t●en common Shew it such gifts as these most please a woman Though to be drunk inde●● may hurt the brain Yet now and then I hold it good to fain Instruct thy lisping tongue sometimes to tri● That if a word misplac'd do pass thy lip At which the carping presence find some clause It may be judg'd that quaffing was the cause Then boldly say how happy were that man That could enfold thee in his armes and then Wish to embrace her in her sweet-hearts stead Whom in her eare thou ravest to see dead But when the Tables drawn and she among The full crew rising thrust into the throng And touch her softly as she forth doth go And with thy foot tread gently on her toe Now is the time to speak be not afraid Him that is bold both love and fortune aid Doubt now thy want of Rhetorick true love show Good words unwares upon thy tongue will flow Make as thy tongue could wound thy soul with grief And use what art thou canst to win relief All women of themselves self loved are The foulest in their own conceits are fair Praise them they will believe thee I have known A meer dissembler a true lover grown Troving in earnest what he fain'd in sport Then oh you Maids use Men in gentle sort Be affable and kind and scorn eschew Love forg●d at first may at the last prove true Let fair words work into their hearts as brooks Into a hollow band that overlooks The margent of the water praise her cheek The colour of her hair commend and like Her slender finger and her pretty foot Her body and each part that 'longs unto 't And women as you hope my stile shall raise you I charge you to believe men when they praise you For praises please the chastest maids delight To hear their Lovers in their praise to write June and Pallas hate the Phrygian soil VVhore Paris to their beauties gave the foil Even yet they envy V●●us and still dare her To come to a new judgement which is fairer The Peacock being praised spreads his train Be silent and he hides his wealth again Horses trapt richly praise them in their race They will survet and proudly mend their pace Large promises in love I much allow Nay call h●gods as witnes● to thy vow For Jove himself sits in the azure ●kies And laught below at lovers perjuries Commanding Eolus to disperse them quite Even Jove himself hath falsly sworn some write By Sux to June and since then doth show Favours to us that falsly swear below Gods surely be gods we must think they are